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A HUGE thank you to 'Hannah (grahamlecter)', for Beta-reading this, for catching my mistakes, and for the wonderful comments. Your assistance is greatly appreciated!

Thank you, to ALL the readers for taking the time to read this.

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G-Girl

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Chapter Thirty-Nine - California, Here We Come

"Sweetheart, you can't be serious. It's just like the TARDIS and was obviously ripped off from Doctor Who."

"Have you ever seen the movie?"

"Well… no." Spencer found he couldn't smile and scowl at the same time. Not with Susan against his side, kissing his neck.

"Then how can you say that? Will you watch it with me when we get home?"

"Fine. I'll watch it and if I'm wrong, I'll admit it."

"There are similarities, Love, pretty much Phone booth and Police Telephone Box, but it's a different story. And different enough to be entertaining." Spencer raised his eyebrows as she continued. "You know as well as I, the TARDIS can go anywhere in space and time, plus it's enormous inside. The phone booth can only go to points in time on earth, and its interior is limited. It could only fit so many people inside." She quietly counted the characters by name. "Bill, Ted, Socrates, Joan of Arc, Sigmund Freud, Genghis Khan, Billy the Kid, Napoleon, Lincoln… who did I miss? Oh, Beethoven… of course, duh." She chuckled. "So, ten people fit in the phone booth… turned sideways."

Jerry, the driver, enjoyed the lively exchange between the two, and he tried not to laugh. He'd never seen a couple have an argument while kissing and cuddling in the back seat. Not that he considered it an argument. It was more of a frisky debate. "Um… excuse me, folks? We'll be there in about a minute."

"Thank you, Jerry." Susan turned back to Spencer, cupping his cheek in her hand, looking into his eyes. "I see your point, though, Love."

"Even arguing with you is nice." Taking his wallet out—still full with some of their winnings from the blackjack tables—he discreetly folded a hundred-dollar bill and palmed it.

The driver pulled up to the hotel, got out and opened the passenger door, then went around to open the trunk.

Spencer got out first and held Susan's hand to help her out. "After we check-in, why don't we take a walk around? Everything's changed since the last time I was here."

Jerry took the suitcases from the trunk, loaded them onto the luggage trolley when the bellman brought it over, and then hung the dress bag on it.

Spencer shook his hand. "Thank you."

"Thank you, Dr. Reid. Have a great visit." The driver smiled as he pocketed the tip, got back in the car, and drove off.

Susan was watching. "See? You are good at that."

He grinned as he held up his hands and wiggled his fingers. "Magic hands."

Reaching over, Susan took his hand and giggled. "Ooh, I'll say." He let her lead the way inside, slowing down as he looked all around the huge seating area in the center of the lobby.

As the bellman brought their luggage into the room, Spencer walked around, checking the front room of the suite out. "This is nice, too. Not as opulent as The Bellagio, but still very nice." He opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony overlooking Downtown Disney, taking a long look at how much the scenery had changed.

He came back in and tipped the young man, who closed the door as he left.

Susan was in the bedroom taking clothes out of her suitcase and arranging clothes in the dresser. He went in, slid his arms around her waist, and kissed the back of her neck, between her braids.

"I'm getting hungry. How about you?"

She shuddered and tilted her head to one side, letting him kiss a trail up her neck. "Mmm, well… I was thinking about food until you started doing that."

"Why don't we… finish getting situated and have a late lunch?"

"And spend some time walking around Downtown Disney? Later, a shower… and perhaps a nap. I think it's your turn to pick the restaurant for lunch?"

"Mm-hmm." He picked up the list of eateries from the nightstand, sat on the bed, reading it, and suggested the Jazz Kitchen. "Do we need to make reservations?"

"It's a good idea. Their Coconut Crusted Shrimp is delicious, and the Beignets are too. I'll call." She picked up the phone, dialed guest services. "Hi. This is Susan Spencer… Yes, perfect, thank you. Is it possible to get a reservation for two at the Jazz Kitchen?... great, thank you." She held her hand over the phone's mouthpiece. "Do you prefer inside seating or outside?"

He was lying on the bed, with his shoes off and his eyes closed. "Either?" His fingers were laced over his midsection.

"No preference. Thank you." Susan hung up. "She'll call back in a few with a reservation time. I'll be right back." She went into the bathroom.

When the phone rang, she was drying her hands and hurried to pick up the handset. "Hello?... Yes… okay, great. Thank you. Bye." As she hung up the phone and looked over at Spencer, it was difficult to tell if he had fallen asleep or was lying there with his eyes closed. "We have reservations in an hour. What do you want to do until then?" She slipped off her shoes next to his and sat on the bed.

He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "I have an idea… or three." With his eyes still closed, he whispered, "Come closer; I need to tell you something."

She moved over, propping herself up on her arm, and kissed him as he slid his arm in the space between the bed and her side, pulling her against him. "Ooh. That's one... "

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Btw, that "frisky debate" wasn't the "bump in the road" I referred to before. That's still to come. But I still stand by my opinion that Spencer was wrong about Bill & Ted.

**UPDATE**

Read the next chapter in Side Stories - Disneyland before S&B Chapter 40